From Phoenix City to the imperial capital of Lingguo, even if there is no major delay on the road, it will take about half a month to twenty days to go.

It only takes three or two days to get from Phoenix City to the top of the Nine Pavilions, so Emperor Xiu and Qin Shang were not in a hurry to rush. Although they walked half a day later than Jiu Rao and others, the journey of three or two days was completely leisurely for them.

But after receiving an urgent report that night, Emperor Xiu frowned slightly, immediately gave up the decision to stay and rest, and directly abandoned the carriage and changed to two fast horses to travel, shortening the two-day journey by half.

The next day, we set off at noon and arrived at the foot of the Nine Pavilions at dawn.

"Master." Turning over and dismounting, Qin Shang came to Emperor Xiu, "What happened?"

Emperor Xiu turned his head and glanced at him, rushed up the mountain with his hands behind his back, his voice cold: "Someone forced the palace to be forced."

Forced to cede?

Qin Shang was stunned for a moment, not responding to the meaning of this sentence, but seeing that the master was eager to speed, he didn't think much about it and quickly flew to follow.

It was not until he reached the top of the mountain that he understood what it means to force the palace.

He had never thought before that a forced palace would happen in Jiuge. Even if someone told him such a thing before today, he would think that the other party was talking about something fantasy.

But at this moment, he saw a drama of forcing the palace to be staged at the top of the Nine Pavilions with his own eyes.

The water pavilion of the Imperial Palace has been surrounded.

Inside the palace gate, a young man in white clothes stood silently, his eyebrows were as quiet as a painting, and he looked at the scene in front of him without any expression, with a calm look in his eyes. The Eighteen Guards protected him closely and dutifully, holding the sword in his hand tightly, so that no one could get close to him.

On the arch bridge, a man in his fifties and sixties was sitting in a chair, with a slutty master following him, among which a middle-aged man and a young man in a brocade look closer, and his eyes are coldly staring at Jiuwei and his eighteen guards.

Other masters on the top of the Nine Pavilions were dormant in silence and motionless.

The momentum seemed to be about to break out.

"Young Master of Jiuge?" The old man looked thin and had elegant eyebrows. It was obvious that he was also a handsome man when he was young. He smiled coldly in the direction of Jiuwei, and the pressure between his eyebrows was strong. "Young Master who would only hide under the protection of others?"

Jiuwei pursed her lips.

"I order you as the Lord of the Nine Pavilion, come to me now." He said, "Otherwise, don't blame me for flattening the place."

Jiuwei frowned slightly without any investigation, but reached out to push away the Eighteen Guards' protection and walked forward silently.

"Young Master!" The expression of the Eighteen Guards changed slightly.

"It's okay." Jiuwei said in a light tone, walked up the arch bridge with steady steps, and stopped ten steps ahead of the old man.

"Kneel down." The middle-aged man next to the old man spoke in a cold tone, "Can you stand in front of the old Pavilion Master?"

Jiuwei's expression was slightly cold, but there was no movement.

The middle-aged man's eyes turned cold and his tone became three times heavier: "Kneel down!"

Jiuwei's noble and handsome face is still calm, with a tall figure and a faint look at the person in front of her.

"There is no rule." The old man spoke in a slow tone, "That's what Emperor Xiu taught you?"

Jiuwei pursed her lips and her voice was indifferent: "My father didn't teach me to kneel down to someone I didn't know."
Chapter completed!